Miranda tests Jack

“Perfect bitch huh?” Miranda said. “Jack… if you wanted to see me naked… all you had to was ask….”

Miranda turned her back to Jack. As she did she let the bar of soap she was holding fall to the floor. “Oops, clumsy me. Sorry, Jack, I’m just a dumb cheerleader after all.”

Miranda bent down at the waist fully aware of the show she was giving Jack. “Holy shit…” Jack found herself mumbling as she stared at Miranda’s bare posterior.

She gulped. There was no way she could give into this… this stupidity. Miranda wasn’t going to win this stupid game.